Volume 8 Chapter 2 I Will Give You Everything Part ② ~Lena~
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”Is this the right stuff to loosen things up?” Lena asked, her voice trembling with uncertainty.
Sir Soyuz popped the jar’s lid and coated his fingers with its slick contents, his expression focused.
”Yes… I apologize for the trouble… Please, proceed as you see fit,” she whispered, bowing her head respectfully.
(As his slave, I feel guilty asking him to assist me like this, but it’s necessary. Unlike my front muscles, my rear ones don’t naturally relax, so attempting this without preparation would be painful—and not in a productive way. Pain or strain didn’t matter, but if Sir Soyuz couldn’t guide me properly, what was the point? So, despite my shame, I’d asked him to prepare me with this—)
”Here I go,” he murmured, his tone gentle.
”Thank you… nghhh!”
His fingers slid inside her, slow and deliberate. First, he spread the lubricant around the rim, then coated his own skin before easing in. The slick resistance gave way with a *squelch*, and he twisted gently, ensuring everything was properly prepared.
”Oh… ohhh…”
(The strange sensation—like being stretched, yet not uncomfortably—made her squirm. But this was Sir Soyuz, my trusted master, guiding her through this. His careful rhythm hinted at his focus, his breath quickening as he worked.)
(He’s taking this seriously…)
Knowing he was committed to helping her sent a wave of relief through her. Her muscles clenched, responding to his touch.
”Whoa—Lena’s muscles are tight,” he noted, his voice steady.
Grinning softly, he varied his movements: twisting, *slurping* in and out, gently probing the area with quick, precise motions. *Yes… this is progress…*
”Ahh! Sir Soyuz—it feels so strange… my rear… ahh!”
Her exclamations, honest and raw, only spurred him on. Adding a second finger, he scissored them inside her, the *squelching* rhythm steady and purposeful.
”Ohh… ohh… Sir Soyuz… ahh!”
(Guided by his skilled touch, a sensation I’d never experienced before, I surrendered to it, crying out as relief and gratitude overwhelmed me—knowing he was dedicated to this, too. Then his pace quickened… he meant to help me—)
”I’m close! Sir Soyuz—I’m releasing! My rear—it’s—!”
”Let go.”
”Hyaaaaaahhhhhhhh!”
The moment Sir Soyuz whispered, *”Release,”* into her ear, her body obeyed. Her muscles clenched tightly around his fingers, her hips bucking as if struck by a wave of energy. And when the tremors subsided…
”Ah… ahh… I’m sorry, master… Lena’s body…” I whimpered, tears trickling down my cheeks.
My strength drained, and my muscles, shamelessly, relaxed in response. But Sir Soyuz, witnessing this, looked oddly satisfied. He pulled me into his arms, stroking my hair gently.
”You released from your rear. Lena’s a good slave. So brave,” he murmured, his earlier focus replaced by warmth. I adored both sides of him—the strict master and the tender guide.
Yet, I couldn’t rely on his patience forever. I’d come this far to master this technique. To waste it on comfort would be a failure.
”Thank you for preparing me… Please, guide me to the next step,” I said, bowing slightly to his attentive form. I coated him with lubricant, then lay on the bed, legs spread wide, feet held in my hands, ready to learn.
”Okay… Lena, I’m going in. Tell me if it’s too much, all right?” he asked, his cheeks flushed with determination but his voice gentle.
”Yes. Please, proceed,” I breathed.
He pressed against my entrance, slow and deliberate.
”Oh… ohh…” I gasped, recalling Ms. Sara’s lessons. *Relax. Breathe.* My muscles yielded, his tip stretching me with a *merimerii* [cracking] sound.
”Ngh…” His pressure was undeniable, but this was Sir Soyuz—my trusted master. I’d endure it, even if it meant discomfort.
”Sir Soyuz… I’m ready. Please, continue,” I urged, smiling through the tension.
He hesitated, concern flashing in his eyes, but I nodded firmly.
”Okay… here I go,” he whispered, moving deeper.
My body welcomed him fully with a *guboo* [suck] sound, our positions aligning perfectly.
”Wow… Lena’s… progress…” he marveled, his voice dreamy.
”My dear master… how does my progress feel?” I asked, my heart swelling with pride.
”It’s… incredible. So controlled… so responsive… Thank you, Lena. I’m proud of you,” he confessed, his eyes locked on mine.
(Pride… he’s proud of me…)
”Ah! Sir Soyuz! I—!” Overwhelmed, I clung to him, hugging him tightly. My muscles clenched around him, a reflex of pure joy.
”I’m grateful! With all my heart!” I cried, tears streaming.
He smiled, blissful, and began to guide me further.
”This is—!” I gasped, my voice breaking. The strange sensation, his focused expression, his careful yet purposeful rhythm—it was too much.
”Sir Soyuz! I—!”
”Lena! It feels so good! Your progress—!” he exclaimed, his movements urgent.
”Ahh! Sir! I—!”
With a final, firm motion, he held me steady.
”Ah… ahh…!” I cried, my body convulsing. He supported me, completely, and I surrendered to the overwhelming sense of achievement, my cries echoing his name.
”Lena…!” he gasped, his voice filled with admiration.
”Ahh… ahh…” I whimpered, my muscles gripping him tightly, responding in return.
Together, we fell into blissful exhaustion, our hearts and bodies united in purpose.
* * *
”Lena. Lena? Are you okay?”
I must’ve passed out. When I came to, Sir Soyuz was gently stroking my cheek, his eyes filled with concern.
”Hya… yes… I’m fine,” I mumbled, my words slightly slurred.
It had been… incredible. The sensation of mastering this technique was beyond anything I’d imagined. Just as Ms. Sara warned, this might become an obsession.
”Lena, thank you for trusting me with this. As a token of my appreciation… is there anything I can do for you?” Sir Soyuz asked, his voice warm and tender.
”Such kindness… I’m unworthy,” I whispered, my heart fluttering. My muscles ached with tension. Only then did I realize his hand was still guiding me, firm and steady.
(Ah, how wonderful… I wanted more. I needed him to guide me fully, to remind me that this skill belonged to him.)
”If… if it’s allowed… please guide me from behind, firmly… as your slave,” I blurted, my cheeks burning.
Sir Soyuz responded by adjusting his position, his actions speaking louder than words. He withdrew, then rolled me onto my stomach. *Yes… this position…* Being guided from behind like this made me feel most focused.
”Lena. What do you say in moments like this?” he asked, his voice commanding yet playful.
”Yes, Master. This slave’s technique, once refined by your grace, is now your achievement. Please guide it as you wish,” I declared, positioning myself to receive his instruction.
”Good slave. I’ll refine you thoroughly,” he said, preparing himself with more lubricant. With a swift motion, he resumed his guidance, the *squelch* echoing in the room.
”Ohh! Ohh!”
My recently stretched muscles welcomed him eagerly. Sir Soyuz, fully engaged, leaned over me, his arms supporting me.
”You can’t escape now. You’re mine. My dedicated slave,” he whispered, his breath hot against my ear.
”Yes! I’m yours! Only yours!” I cried, my voice desperate.
His words—*you’re mine*—were my salvation. They erased my fears of failure, my insecurities.
”Ahh! Ahh!”
Each motion from behind sent waves of focus through me, unlike anything I’d felt before. It was as if my core was being refined from the outside, the sensation building deep within my abdomen.
”Sir Soyuz! I’m yours! Only yours!”
Held tightly, unable to move, I was reduced to a mere vessel for his instruction. The *squelching* [guchiguchi] sounds of our collaboration filled the air, each motion reigniting my devotion.
”Sir Soyuz! Ahh, Sir Soyuz!”
Words failed me. I could only exclaim, my body arching to meet his. My sole purpose was to learn from him, to make him proud.
”I’m proud! Of Lena’s progress! Take it in!”
”Yes! Take it in! My technique!”
His pride was intense, his encouragement filling me completely.
”Ahh! Ahh! Ahh—!”
The warmth of his approval overwhelmed me, and I achieved a new level of understanding, my core responding in return.
”Ah… haa… haa…”
Breathless, trembling, I could do nothing but cry and relax, my body spent. Sir Soyuz held me gently, his voice soft in my ear.
”You were thinking something negative, weren’t you?”
”Yes… that… one day… you might give up on me,” I admitted, my voice small.
The fear had crept in, unbidden, like it had with Ms. Vera. Even knowing Sir Soyuz would never abandon me, my insecurities lingered.
”Then… it’s time for a lesson,” he said, his tone firm.
He resumed his guidance, his hand still steady within me.
”I’ll make you understand. How much I believe in you. How much I’m proud of you,” he declared, his voice slightly insistent.
In moments like these, he left no room for doubt. He would train me thoroughly, all night if necessary.
”Yes… please… refine this foolish slave… Take everything I’ve learned… and train it all…” I whispered, my body trembling with anticipation.
Fear and joy mingled, and my muscles relaxed again, a testament to my surrender.
And so, the night deepened, as Sir Soyuz guided me, body and soul, leaving no doubt of my place by his side.
Notes:
• Lena – Female. A young slave girl in her early teens. Her appearance is emaciated with brown skin, long black hair, and grotesque scars across her face, including one that blinds her left eye. She wears a black collar and tattered clothing. Her relationship to the protagonist is that of a rescued victim. She is silent and appears to have endured severe physical and emotional abuse.
• Sara – The elegant and alluring owner of a mysterious shop, who has a slave background similar to Lena’s. She’s supportive and welcoming, offering a special kind of assistance.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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